Tonight we celebrated my dad's 70th birthday and his book's launch. It was a crazy mixture of family and friends of old and new. His "girlfriends" were there, a cancer survivor who looks better than ever, neighbors and our family of neices and daughters and sons!
My father is an inspiration. A true man who walks to the beat of his own drummer and never looks back and rarely regrets. I still think my dad hangs the moon. The man has changed lives. He takes a stranger, turns him into a friend and then treats him like a brother.
My sister and her family and I and mine love this man without boundaries and limits. He tends to our families with few questions and can be counted on no matter what. He runs from here to there, literally runs as he thinks this is great exercise, to pick up this child to take her to that place before he has to get the other child on his walk or he will drive his grandma crazy and then still will pick up the other one and take her on an adventure because that is what she loves.
We are all blessed to have my dad. He is our gift. He loves unconditionally and for that, we are all eternally grateful!
We celebrate my dad with a poem composed by his oldest granddaughter, and aren't we proud!
My father is an inspiration. A true man who walks to the beat of his own drummer and never looks back and rarely regrets. I still think my dad hangs the moon. The man has changed lives. He takes a stranger, turns him into a friend and then treats him like a brother.
My sister and her family and I and mine love this man without boundaries and limits. He tends to our families with few questions and can be counted on no matter what. He runs from here to there, literally runs as he thinks this is great exercise, to pick up this child to take her to that place before he has to get the other child on his walk or he will drive his grandma crazy and then still will pick up the other one and take her on an adventure because that is what she loves.
We are all blessed to have my dad. He is our gift. He loves unconditionally and for that, we are all eternally grateful!
We celebrate my dad with a poem composed by his oldest granddaughter, and aren't we proud!
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